In the dimly lit confines of A Shelter, nestled deep within the mysterious planet of Citarada, two figures were seated facing each other. The air crackled with tension as Tyler and Selena locked eyes, their expressions burdened with the weight of uncertainty.
Selena, her voice trembling with anxiety, broke the heavy silence that enveloped them. "What course of action do you believe is prudent now?"
Tyler, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation, replied with a mix of resignation and apprehension. "Frankly, I find myself at a loss. Perhaps it would be wise to approach the Supreme Commander, Paul Clinton, and share our suspicions."
Selena nodded in agreement, her voice tinged with a hint of determination. "Yes, informing Paul Clinton about the unsettling activities within the Anti-Meta Human headquarters seems like the most advisable course of action."
Unbeknownst to the duo, however, the tendrils of deception had infiltrated even the highest echelons of power, entwining Paul Clinton within their insidious grasp.
Suddenly, the resonating sound of a knock on the sturdy doors reverberated through the room, disrupting their conversation.
"Come in," they chimed in unison, their voices betraying a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
As the door swung open, a member of the Anti-Meta Human traveler soldiers entered, accompanied by a somber-looking female nurse named Isabella Patrick.
"I have something of utmost importance to relay to you," Isabella began, her voice laden with sorrow. "Despite my efforts to heal him, his wounds were far more severe than anticipated. Unfortunately, he succumbed to his injuries."
Tyler and Selena released a collective sigh, their features etched with both relief and grief. With Derek's demise, an opportunity presented itself to concoct a carefully crafted narrative, shielding them from the prying eyes of the Anti-Meta Human headquarters.
Acknowledging Isabella's revelation, Selena responded with a mix of gratitude and weariness. "Thank you for your efforts," she said, her voice carrying the weight of emotional exhaustion.
Seizing the moment, Isabella's demeanor shifted, her tone now infused with a demanding edge. "And what about my payment for ensuring my silence? I am well aware of the torturous methods employed against him. It is abundantly clear that electrocution, a heinous act, led to his demise. This is a grave offense, and I require compensation to maintain my silence."
With a touch of authority, Tyler intervened, his voice betraying a calculated calmness. "Ashford, the soldiers standing behind you shall facilitate the transfer as per our agreement." As the words hung in the air, Isabella and Ashford exited the room, leaving behind an aura of uncertainty and unresolved secrets.
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Miller's eyes fluttered open, awakening gradually from his deep slumber. The weight of sleep had held him captive for what felt like an eternity, but now, as he blinked away the remnants of dreams, a newfound excitement coursed through his veins. Gone was the veil of temporary blindness that had shrouded his world, replaced by a vibrant clarity that mirrored his regular days.
"Thanks for healing my eyes, System," Miller gratefully murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Yet, as his vision adjusted to the renewed brilliance of the world, a perplexing message materialized before his very eyes, etching itself upon his retina:
[THE USER EYE REPAIR IS IN PROCESS]
[REMAINING TIME: 34 HOURS, 23 MINUTES]
Confusion danced across Miller's face, a perplexing enigma demanding unraveling. How could his eyes still be undergoing repair when he now beheld the world in all its resplendent hues? The intricate green lettering flickered before his eyes, silently taunting his newfound sight. Was this the lingering side effect of his transformation into a Throsk'Bok? A myriad of questions flooded his mind, clamoring for answers.
Overjoyed with his restored vision, Miller ventured out of his room, eager to share the wonders of his newfound sight. His first destination was James's room, a beacon of familiarity and solace. As he made his way, an Anti-Meta Human traveler caught his attention, providing an unexpected update on James's whereabouts. The traveler informed Miller that James could be found in the grand hall, engaged in discourse with fellow travelers.
Silently, Miller slipped into the hall, settling into the back row, a mere observer of the lively scene unfolding before him. Though he had previously rebuffed James's attempts to reach out, a profound concern had nestled within James's heart. The weight of their unspoken connection bridged the distance between them.
"James," Miller's voice rang out, breaking the silence and beckoning to his guardian.
A warm smile graced James's face as he embraced Miller, a gesture overflowing with paternal love. Side by side, they found solace in the grand hall, where the eloquent Aurora stood to deliver her speech.
Aurora's words reverberated through the room, capturing the attention of all present. She shared news of an imminent expedition to the enigmatic planet Citarada, setting hearts alight with anticipation. Miller's excitement soared, his spirit aflame with the prospect of joining the esteemed ranks of the Anti-Meta Human travelers once more.
"YES!" Miller exclaimed joyously, his exultant outburst commanding the room's attention, eyes turning towards him.
An expectant hush descended upon the gathering, an unspoken question lingering in the air, until Aurora finally broke the silence, her voice laden with a measured tone.
"Regrettably, you will not be accompanying us this time, Miller," Aurora announced firmly, her decision final.
A profound silence filled the room, Miller's disappointment palpable. He understood his place, acknowledging that he neither possessed the extraordinary abilities of a mutant nor held the mantle of an Anti-Meta Human traveler. Any protest remained locked within him, unsaid and unvoiced.
Before Aurora departed, her keen eyes caught a glimpse of Miller's miraculous transformation, his once-blinded eyes now vibrant and whole. A smile graced her lips as she turned back to face him, a flicker of mischief in her eyes.
"Miller, should you prove your mettle by defeating any of our seasoned Anti-Meta Human traveler soldiers in combat, rendering them unconscious, then, and only then, shall you earn your place among us," Aurora declared, her challenge ringing like a clarion call.
"You can pick any of the soldiers here, anyone you pick will fight with you and if you are able to defeat that person, you will follow us." Aurora said.
Miller did not have any courage to do fight anyone. But he heard the voice of the system inside his head.
"Miller just select anyone, you need to get stronger" The System said.
Miller did not reply to the system. Miller did not have the courage to fight any soldier. He had no clue how powerful he was right now. He was still scared. He had no clue if the strength he was feeling was fake or was useless against a Mutant.
The system knew the only way he could induce Miller to do what he wants. It was to make a Quest. Green words started flickering at Miller retina and the words of the system could be heard inside his head.
[NEW QUEST RECEIVED]
[PICK A MUTANT]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 50]
[NEW QUEST RECEIVED]
[FIGHT A MUTANT]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 100]
[NEW QUEST RECEIVED]
[DEFEAT A MUTANT]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 200]
[NEW QUEST RECEIVED]
[PICK ETHAN SMITH]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 500]
[FIGHT ETHAN SMITH]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 1000]
[DEFEAT ETHAN SMITH]
[QUEST REWARD]
[EXP: 2000]
"Wow" Miller said. Then More words flickered at his retina which gave him the chill if he did not do this Quest.
[NOT PERFORMING QUEST CONSEQUENCE]
[FIGHT ETHAN SMITH]
[IT IS NOT NECESSARY THAT THE USER DEFEATS ETHAN. IT IS STILL VALID IF HE WAS ABLE TO FIGHT HIM]
[IF THE USER DOES NOT FIGHT ETHAN, HIS EYE AUTO HEALING PROCESS WILL STOP]
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